There were heavy showers outside my window just a few minutes ago.

For that split second, as I glanced past the glass panes into that barrage of pouring rain, memories of the times when I used to gaze out into a storm with my mind swirling with thoughts came back to me. Those times near the middle of this year, when even the slightest image could set my mind racing. And I ask myself, am I past that stage? Or is it really just a temporal change, with that side of me screaming to be let free?

Oh well, I'm not looking for an answer anyway. Not now, at least.